Suddenly, Zhou Yan roared to the sky, his fists dancing like a storm, smashing out ferociously. Each move carried an unfathomable killing intent.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
In the blink of an eye, more than ten guards fell victim, their bodies pierced by Zhou Yan's punches, their clothes stained with blood.
"Scoundrel, kneel down!"
Wang Sheng bellowed, flicking his wrist. The black iron chain in his hand transformed into a venomous snake, striking through the air and directly towards Zhou Yan's neck.
"You're seeking death!" Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed, his figure flashing rapidly to evade the entanglement of the black iron chain.
Immediately, he grabbed the black iron chain with his left hand and thrust out his right hand, his palm turning into a blade. He chopped down fiercely, his edge sharp and directed at Wang Sheng's throat.
Wang Sheng reacted with incredible speed, raising his right hand abruptly and shaking his elbow to block his neck. He squarely deflected Zhou Yan's palm strike.
"Clang—"
A sound like a great bell echoed, and sparks flew.
A circular metallic sheen appeared on Wang Sheng's arm. It was clearly a treasure artifact that had blocked Zhou Yan's offensive.
"Hmm?" Zhou Yan frowned.
His punch had contained true qi and martial skills, possessing immense power. Yet, Wang Sheng had blocked it?
"Hmph!"
Wang Sheng sneered. He took a step, appearing beside Zhou Yan as if teleporting. His right leg swept out, carrying an endless gust of wind, kicking towards Zhou Yan's chest.
This strike was as fast as lightning and immensely powerful.
Zhou Yan's pupils contracted. He stomped his foot on the ground, leaping high into the air to evade Wang Sheng's sweeping kick, landing steadily in mid-air.
"Swish!"
Wang Sheng's eyes were sharp. He swung the chain with one hand. The chain whistled as it whipped through the air, like a venomous snake striking.
"Crack!"
The chain struck the ground, leaving a long groove.
"Hiss... such formidable power." Zhou Yan's heart trembled. He dared not confront it directly, instead using the Free and Easy Movement technique to maneuver around the encirclement of the Wang family members.
"Whoosh!"
Zhou Yan's foot touched the ground, and his body rose three feet. He raised his long sword, and a sword light like flowing water pierced towards Wang Sheng's throat.
"Tricks!" Wang Sheng sneered. He flipped his palm, his five fingers forming a claw, and he tore fiercely.
"Bang!"
The sharp sword was instantly torn to shreds, its blade breaking and falling to the ground.
"This old dog's strength is far greater than those guards earlier!" Zhou Yan's eyes darkened, his mind racing.
"It seems I can't subdue this old fellow without using my full strength!"
Zhou Yan knew his situation. He was only at the early stage of the Half-God realm, still far from the God realm.
"In that case, I'll use you to practice!"
Zhou Yan coldly declared. He took a step, his figure ethereal, and vanished from his original position in an instant.
"What?"
Wang Sheng's eyes widened abruptly, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets.
The next second, Zhou Yan appeared behind Wang Sheng, a mocking smile on his lips. A ball of crimson flame erupted from his palm, transforming into a fireball and smashing down towards Wang Sheng's back.
"Boom!"
The fireball exploded, surging with immense heat. The scorching flame power detonated at Wang Sheng's spine, causing his entire body to go numb. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled back several meters, falling to the ground in a sorry state.
"Ah... my back!"
Wang Sheng cried out in pain, his body hunched over, his face pale and bloodless, veins bulging on his forehead, and extreme pain wracking his body.
"This brat actually ambushed me?"
Wang Sheng was furious.
He, a direct descendant of the noble Wang clan, had been injured by a junior?
Shameful!
It was an utter disgrace!
"Damn you! You despicable scoundrel! Using treachery and deceit!"
Wang Sheng cursed.
"All warfare is based on deception. With your intelligence, how could you make such a low-level mistake?" Zhou Yan sighed, shaking his head.
"What did you say?!"
Wang Sheng's anger flared. This little fiend dared to call him stupid?
"Little beast, I will tear you limb from limb and grind your bones to dust!"
Wang Sheng's face contorted, his body trembling, his rage soaring, wishing he could obliterate Zhou Yan.
"Heh heh... are you sure you want to go for mutual destruction?" Zhou Yan asked calmly, seemingly unfazed by Wang Sheng's threat.
"Hmph, little fiend, stop putting on a show," Wang Sheng sneered. "With you? You're not qualified to fight me. Surrender obediently and avoid suffering some pain!"
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes. "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being merciless."
"Whoosh!"
The next second, Zhou Yan moved.
He leaped up, his feet treading on the void. His body was incredibly light, like a phantom, and he instantly closed in on Wang Sheng, striking out with his palm.
Zhou Yan's palm was like a burning flame, scorching hot.
This palm strike was capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.
"Crack—"
Wang Sheng's expression suddenly changed drastically. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. On his arms, the black chains vibrated violently, emitting a dazzling radiance and transforming into a black torrent that swept towards them.
"Boom—"
The two forces collided, producing a startling muffled sound, like two meteors crashing into each other. Sparks flew, and energy surged. Zhou Yan's figure retreated seven to eight zhang before he could dissipate the residual impact.
Wang Sheng's body, however, remained unmoved, only his clothes were slightly wrinkled.
This was a probing engagement.
The result was that Zhou Yan was slightly inferior.
Before he could catch his breath, a whistling sound of wind cutting through the air arrived. That black chain descended from the sky, like a death claw extended from the Nine Nether Purgatory, directly grabbing towards Zhou Yan's shoulder.
A cold look flickered in Zhou Yan's eyes. His figure flickered, avoiding the chain's attack. Then, he pushed off the ground and lunged forward, slashing out with his long sword.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew, and the long sword was repelled.
Wang Sheng's chain, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, instantly wrapped around Zhou Yan's arms, pulling his entire body towards him.
Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly. He exerted force with his feet, using the chain's momentum to propel himself upwards and soar towards the rooftop.
"Buzz buzz..."
The chain vibrated like a venomous python, firmly entangling Zhou Yan.
"Little bastard, you can't escape!"
Wang Sheng shouted coldly, his body soaring into the air like an eagle swooping for prey. His palm opened, reaching towards Zhou Yan's head.
"Crack!"
The chain tightened, and Zhou Yan's shoulder blade made a crisp cracking sound.
"Chirp—"
Blood spurted out. Zhou Yan's shoulder blade suffered a heavy blow, almost being severed by the chain.
"Little fiend, are you done for?" Wang Sheng's gaze was icy. He sneered, "How long can you last?"
"Little brat, kneel down and beg for mercy," Wang Sheng said with satisfaction. "If you beg me to spare you, I might consider sparing your life!"
Zhou Yan snorted coldly. A chilling glint appeared in his eyes.
This old fellow dared to set his sights on him and even attempted to subdue him as a servant? Utterly wishful thinking.
"You think I'm scared?"
A mocking expression appeared on Zhou Yan's lips. He slowly closed his eyes, and mysterious symbols began to emanate from his body, flowing onto the surface of his skin, seeping into his blood, merging into his bones, and finally converging in his dantian.